Our House
This Is A Robbery! Lyrics


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Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street

They say never trust a man with two phones
Fuck that never trust a man who owns
A gun and a badge, handcuffs and bat
Will lock you up and take the drugs and cash
I got a plan to get rich, buy land and get pissed
Grow food, eat tofu, drive trucks fucked up on morphine
Smoked weed, cook speed and shoot it
And last week they raided my house, but I don't give a fuck the cops found out
Break my door at the break of dawn, with a search warrant, take me to court
Fuck you and fuck the law, you stupid pigs you've started war
And I ain't gonna stop 'til I shot every cop
Piggies fuck with me and the piggies get dropped

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house collects creeps, it's the place where these clowns meet
Everyday a new freak finds our house up on Brown street
And up at our door, tryin' to cop deals and score
At every hour of the morning, you just can't get around heat
These hills catch the draft that's a chilly wind blow
And the pigs they peep our shit through their tinted windows
Always waiting for appropriate situations, where they can bust in before we make any preparations
So it wasn't really shocking as the sun rose slow
I woke up to loud knocking and peeped out the window
I saw cop cars, stop fast, the forensics man, nine cops, two dogs and a battering ram
"We got a warrant you cunts better open fast" I jumped up and dacked grams in the crack of my ass
But before I could get pants on and make a quick dash
They busted through my door demanding that i give up the cash
And the drugs, one of them was wearing surgical gloves
I shivered. Praying for some kind of help from above
But god didn't respond, 'cos he really don't care
And Devil couldn't help me 'cos he was captive downstairs
So nowadays I work hard at a shit job, i'm struggling
I wish i could go back to just peddling drugs again
It's sobering to think that the walls are all closing in
But as far as I can tell my life still isn't over and
I'm still destroying haters saying folk punk is over
This the dopest shit since Johnny Hobo went sober
Don't be fooled, 'cos even if I look like a slob
I'll still kill any fucking cop just for doing his job

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street

Nowadays everything's illegal
From dating school girls to killing people
From taking mushrooms to shooting needles
So I'll decide what's good or evil
Right or wrong, when I do it or not
It's up to me when I fuck you up
Sneak up at night in the parking lot
Grab your throat from behind till the breathing stops
I love animals so I don't eat meat
But my dog sure does and he's got sharp teeth
He's as big as a house, eats little boy scouts
He can sit, shake, bow, and gouge your eyes out
Listen pigs you want to fuck with me
I'll knock you one by one for the world to see
With the guns I bought from the drugs I peddle
'Cos that's what happens when you dance with Devil





Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street

Overall Meaning

The song "Our House" by This Is A Robbery! is a rebellious and politically charged track that showcases the band's anti-establishment stance. The song talks about the singer's house being a hub for drug deals and how the police constantly raid their house. The singer also talks about not trusting the police and expresses a desire to take revenge on them.


The lyrics "They say never trust a man with two phones, f**k that never trust a man who owns a gun and a badge, handcuffs and bat, will lock you up and take the drugs and cash" denotes the mistrust towards the police and their shady ways of enforcing the law. The lyrics "I got a plan to get rich, buy land and get pissed, grow food, eat tofu, drive trucks messed up on morphine, smoked weed, cook speed and shoot it" represents the rebellious attitude of the singer and how they plan to succeed outside the law.


The lyrics "These hills catch the draft that's a chilly wind blow and the pigs they peep our shit through their tinted windows" highlights the constant surveillance of the police on their house. The lyrics "I wish i could go back to just peddling drugs again, It's sobering to think that the walls are all closing in" talks about the singer's nostalgia for their previous lifestyle of drug dealing while acknowledging the consequences of their actions.


Overall, "Our House" is a gritty and politically charged song that shines a light on the dark underbelly of society, and how people thrive outside the law.


Line by Line Meaning

Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house is a place where all kinds of shady characters come to deal drugs and commit illegal activities right in the middle of our neighborhood.


They say never trust a man with two phones
People say that you cannot trust a man with two phones, but the real threat is the man who has a gun, a badge, handcuffs, and a bat, who can arrest you and take your drugs and money.


Fuck that never trust a man who owns
We should not trust anyone who owns such dangerous items that can be used to harm others and engage in criminal activities.


A gun and a badge, handcuffs and bat
These are items owned by police officers that can be used to intimidate and control citizens, especially those involved in illegal activities.


Will lock you up and take the drugs and cash
The police can arrest individuals suspected of drug dealing and confiscate their drugs and money as evidence.


I got a plan to get rich, buy land and get pissed
The singer has a plan to make money, buy land, and party hard, perhaps through dealing drugs or other illegal activities.


Grow food, eat tofu, drive trucks fucked up on morphine
The singer plans to grow food, eat tofu, and drive trucks while high on morphine, which may serve as a cover for their illegal activities.


Smoked weed, cook speed and shoot it
The artist engages in drug use and deals with illegal drugs like speed.


And last week they raided my house, but I don't give a fuck the cops found out
The police raided the artist's house recently, but they do not care that they were caught.


Break my door at the break of dawn, with a search warrant, take me to court
The police busted down the artist's door in the early morning, with a search warrant and arrested the artist on drug-related charges.


Fuck you and fuck the law, you stupid pigs you've started war
The singer hates the police and is at war with them for ruining their illegal activities.


And I ain't gonna stop 'til I shot every cop
The artist is threatening to kill every police officer they come across.


Piggies fuck with me and the piggies get dropped
If the police continue to bother the singer, they will be killed as a result.


Our house collects creeps, it's the place where these clowns meet
The singer's house is where all kinds of shady characters gather, including drug dealers and other criminals.


Everyday a new freak finds our house up on Brown street
New individuals are always discovering the singer's house on Brown street to engage in illegal activities.


And up at our door, tryin' to cop deals and score
People are constantly coming to the artist's door to buy drugs or engage in other illegal activities.


At every hour of the morning, you just can't get around heat
People come to the artist's house at all hours of the day and night to engage in illegal activities, making it difficult to avoid detection from law enforcement.


These hills catch the draft that's a chilly wind blow
The hills around the singer's house catch the wind, adding to the overall creepy and ominous feel of the location.


And the pigs they peep our shit through their tinted windows
The police keep a close eye on the singer's house, looking through their car windows that are tinted to make them less visible.


Always waiting for appropriate situations, where they can bust in before we make any preparations
The police are always waiting for the right moment to raid the artist's house, catching them off guard without time to prepare or hide their illegal activities.


So it wasn't really shocking as the sun rose slow
The artist was not surprised when the police raided their house as the sun came up.


I woke up to loud knocking and peeped out the window
The artist woke up to the sound of the police knocking on their door and looked out the window.


I saw cop cars, stop fast, the forensics man, nine cops, two dogs and a battering ram
The police arrived in multiple vehicles with a K-9 unit and necessary equipment for a raid, including a battering ram.


"We got a warrant you cunts better open fast" I jumped up and dacked grams in the crack of my ass
The police announced they had a warrant and the artist quickly hid drugs in a concealed location on their body.


But before I could get pants on and make a quick dash
The singer did not have time to get dressed and run away before the police busted down their door.


They busted through my door demanding that I give up the cash
The police aggressively entered the singer's house and demanded they give up their drug money.


And the drugs, one of them was wearing surgical gloves
The police were thorough in their search, with one officer wearing surgical gloves to collect evidence.


I shivered. Praying for some kind of help from above
The artist was scared and prayed for help as the police searched and collected evidence.


But god didn't respond, 'cos he really don't care
The artist did not receive any divine help during the police raid and acknowledges that God does not care about their situation.


And Devil couldn't help me 'cos he was captive downstairs
The singer's ally, the Devil, was unable to help as they were also under arrest by the police.


So nowadays I work hard at a shit job, I'm struggling
After the raid, the singer is struggling to make ends meet and working a low-paying, undesirable job.


I wish I could go back to just peddling drugs again
The artist misses their old life of dealing drugs and wishes they could return to it.


It's sobering to think that the walls are all closing in
The artist realizes that the police raid was a wake-up call and that they are running out of options for their illegal activities.


But as far as I can tell my life still isn't over and I'm still destroying haters saying folk punk is over
Despite their setbacks, the artist remains defiant and continues to make music, proving haters wrong by asserting that folk punk is still alive and well.


This the dopest shit since Johnny Hobo went sober
The singer's music is great and groundbreaking, comparable to the legendary Johnny Hobo's music.


Don't be fooled, 'cos even if I look like a slob
The artist may look unremarkable, but they have a dangerous side due to their involvement in illegal activities.


I'll still kill any fucking cop just for doing his job
The singer holds a grudge against the police and is willing to kill officers just for doing their job of fighting crime and maintaining public safety.




Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Chris Burrows, Ethan Carmen

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Comments from YouTube:

@mizzorebiggestfan

THIS IS THE DOPEST SHIT SINCE JOHNNY HOBO WENT SOBER

@nicholasholgate292

The dopest shit since Johnny Hobo went sober

@jayphyllis1876

folk punks is rappers

@butchgazer

always gotta sing along to this in an Australian accent lol

@brianr

I'm loving the Half-Life SFX he's using in both this song and game engine.

@rudolfrocker481

this is real music that gets me through moments of deep depression which are often

@brettcosner7595

the tip of the caps towards Dance With The Devil by Tech is superb

@JesusJoseTaco

Verse/Chorus - D D A A D D A# A Last part of chorus (sustained "our house") - G A

@kirklang8091

thanks mate

@cosgravea

Can't believe we get to see them next week

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